Die gestundete Zeit
This blog was formerly called hooey: full of blatherskite, bosh, claptrap, double-talk, flapdoodle, drivel, pishposh, rubbish, twaddle; gibberish, babble, Greek, jabber, jabberwocky, nonsense, skimble-skamble. now, it's more like an empty stage around here. feel free to wander around the wings. don't trip on any props.
My fabulously fantastic friend Fran has been diagnosed with late stage Lyme Disease.
Jay Smooth says it beautifully in his response to Palin's speech and her "community organizer" put-down. I watched that speech. I'm not sure how I made it through it, but I did. Without throwing up, even.
Eleven years ago I played the Deborah Kerr part in a mostly cross-dressed, gender-bending San Francisco community theater production of Tea and Sympathy.* We did a two week run at Luna Sea, and on closing night, someone came backstage at intermission and breathlessly informed us that Princess Di had just been killed in a car accident. The accident happened just after midnight on the 31st in Paris, so we would have been hearing about it around 9 pm on the 30th, a Saturday night.
Sarah Vowell: Bringing Pell Grants to my Eyes.
BBC News: Hurt feelings 'worse than pain'
"I always thought that people who spent endless amounts of time drilling into their personal histories are fundamentally unhappy in their lives, and I’m not. I’m ecstatic in my own dark, morbid way and subscribe to a theory of the past that allows the future to unfold: We all did the best we could."
Under Our Skin: an infectious film about microbes, money, and medicine.
Alice Walker on Obama: